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marginalia) wrote2003-06-01 02:01 pm
marginalia) wrote2003-06-01 02:01 pm
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clipp'd. lucky dog.
for some reason, this wing business really unnerves me posting-wise.
a bit rewritten, then finished on the train friday night. word.
*~*~*~*
They'd been forming for a while, but Dom firmly believed in the power of denial. He took to showering and dressing in the dark, sliding silently into bed, barely sleeping, energy focused on not shaking, on never turning his back on Elijah.
Grateful for the growing chill in the air, Dom bound himself in layers of tight shirts and heavy sweaters. He willed the wings to retreat inside his body, muscles aching. Unexpectedly, their release came when his startled eyes caught Elijah's in the mirror, and the wings beat out a panicked rhythm matching Elijah's feet stumbling down the stairs.
.:.
Dom didn't speak and Elijah couldn't ask. Couldn't touch. Couldn't even stay. But smoking on the porch, the image of the dark grey wings and Dom's frightened eyes burned in his mind and he reconsidered. Slipped inside, paced at the foot of the stairs, and wondered. For a moment he was jealous. He's the angelic one, so where were his goddamned wings?
He heard rustling and a low cry bitten back by sheer will. A soft grey feather drifted on an unseen current, and Elijah's stomach turned with pain and fear and sheer helplessness. Ashamed, he swallowed hard and ascended.
.:.
Elijah tapped lightly on the door frame before entering. Dom closed his eyes briefly in silent thanks, then turned, willing Elijah to remain silent.
Elijah watched him, waiting for a signal. Dom nodded slowly, and Elijah stepped across the room, reaching out a tentative hand towards the dark feathers. From across the room they had appeared to be dark grey, but up close they were shot through with shades of indigo and violet. A ghost of a smile drifted across his face, a barely breathed "beautiful". Dom flinched, but Elijah trapped his face between his palms. "I mean it. Beautiful."
.:.
"I can't stay," Dom said finally, so low that Elijah thought at first he had imagined it. "I'm," Dom ducked away from Elijah's unrelenting gaze. "I've been so cold, Lij. I'm gonna have to go soon."
"Where?"
"I've been thinking Mexico."
"So Billy knows." Elijah's voice was tight in his throat. Dom inspected the floor. Elijah clenched his hands, then released them, splaying his fingers against the rough denim of his jeans. "I see."
Dom stood rigid in the center of the room until he heard the click of the front door, then sank to the floor. Whispered, "I'm sorry".
*~*~*~*
*waves* yup. i guess i'm back.
a bit rewritten, then finished on the train friday night. word.
They'd been forming for a while, but Dom firmly believed in the power of denial. He took to showering and dressing in the dark, sliding silently into bed, barely sleeping, energy focused on not shaking, on never turning his back on Elijah.
Grateful for the growing chill in the air, Dom bound himself in layers of tight shirts and heavy sweaters. He willed the wings to retreat inside his body, muscles aching. Unexpectedly, their release came when his startled eyes caught Elijah's in the mirror, and the wings beat out a panicked rhythm matching Elijah's feet stumbling down the stairs.
.:.
Dom didn't speak and Elijah couldn't ask. Couldn't touch. Couldn't even stay. But smoking on the porch, the image of the dark grey wings and Dom's frightened eyes burned in his mind and he reconsidered. Slipped inside, paced at the foot of the stairs, and wondered. For a moment he was jealous. He's the angelic one, so where were his goddamned wings?
He heard rustling and a low cry bitten back by sheer will. A soft grey feather drifted on an unseen current, and Elijah's stomach turned with pain and fear and sheer helplessness. Ashamed, he swallowed hard and ascended.
.:.
Elijah tapped lightly on the door frame before entering. Dom closed his eyes briefly in silent thanks, then turned, willing Elijah to remain silent.
Elijah watched him, waiting for a signal. Dom nodded slowly, and Elijah stepped across the room, reaching out a tentative hand towards the dark feathers. From across the room they had appeared to be dark grey, but up close they were shot through with shades of indigo and violet. A ghost of a smile drifted across his face, a barely breathed "beautiful". Dom flinched, but Elijah trapped his face between his palms. "I mean it. Beautiful."
.:.
"I can't stay," Dom said finally, so low that Elijah thought at first he had imagined it. "I'm," Dom ducked away from Elijah's unrelenting gaze. "I've been so cold, Lij. I'm gonna have to go soon."
"Where?"
"I've been thinking Mexico."
"So Billy knows." Elijah's voice was tight in his throat. Dom inspected the floor. Elijah clenched his hands, then released them, splaying his fingers against the rough denim of his jeans. "I see."
Dom stood rigid in the center of the room until he heard the click of the front door, then sank to the floor. Whispered, "I'm sorry".
*waves* yup. i guess i'm back.
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It's beautiful.
*whimper*
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lucky dog
"fuck."
dom rolled over in time to see elijah swatting the collected detritus of their life off of the nightstand and onto the floor.
"fuck."
elijah hung over the side of the bed, rifling through the objects on the floor, discarding items by throwing them into the corner. magazines, napkins, a half a peanut butter cookie, lube.
"fuck."
dom tapped elijah on the ass. elijah screamed, twisted, swore, and levitated a solid six inches off of the bed.
"jesusfuck, dom."
"merry christmas to you, too." dom propped himself up on one elbow and eyed the mess on the floor. "looking for something?"
"mrphglr"
"pardon?"
elijah spat out a bite of cookie. "my fucking lighter."
dom blinked at him. "cookie. floor. fuck, lij, it's not like we have a dog. pick that up."
"not yet. lighter."
dom was suddenly fully awake. "what the fuck do you mean 'not yet'?"
"it's at sean's." elijah flopped across dom's stomach and proceeded to sweep the contents of that nightstand onto the much-abused carpet.
dom grabbed him by the shoulders. "what the fuck do you mean 'it's at sean's'?"
elijah sighed, faced him, and said very slowly. "the. dog. is. at. sean's. merry. fucking. christmas."
dom sat straight up, knocking elijah back. "a dog? for me? at sean's? when can we go? we can go now, right? ali'll have had 'em up for hours. let's go!"
elijah laughed, but pushed him back on the pillow. "lighter."
dom sighed, revealed, palmed, and revealed the lighter. elijah grabbed it and kissed him fiercely. "m'kay. now we can go." dom hesitated, shifted under elijah's weight and ran his palms up elijah's bare torso. elijah shivered.
"of course," considered dom. "it is a little early."
"right," said elijah, hot breath on dom's neck. "they'll want . ."
"family time," dom finished. pulled back for a moment. "happy christmas, lij."
"happy christmas, dom."
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Hee!!!! I love it!! I totally do!! You are the bestest of the best!! And it doesn't suck, missy no matter what you say, it is light and happy and funny and you wrote them perfectly!
Thank you!!!
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i have written domlijah more than any other pairing. wtf? seriously. :)
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:D
I truly do love this story. It is exactly what I needed today. Exactly.
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And then ooh, so sweet! And good.
*is jealous (again)*
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